Ghost Lion Crag Ride or die.

She barely registered the compliment, though she would probably remember it later and perhaps have a good snicker about it, since she was pretty sure his were the very same color. At the moment, Towhee had a very single track mind and could only process the fact that he was finally mounting her.

Once he was in position, Towhee took the lead, squirming against him until they slotted together and even taking it upon herself to buck against him so he could just stand there and enjoy it, for all she cared. Everything became a fuzzy buzz of pleasure after that. She didn't really blink herself back to a conscious focus until well after they finished and she was finally able to step away from where their pelvises locked together.

Her body hummed pleasantly, Towhee enjoying the post-coital haze immensely. Feeling sated for the moment, she decided against seeking out another lay (from him or otherwise) and instead decided it was time for a nap. Just a quick one, she thought, knowing it was only a matter of time before she tapped back into the flow of implacable sexual energy.

Oozing to the ground as if boneless, she finally thought to peer over at her partner. Did he feel just as sated? Did she care? "I'ma take a nap," she announced overly loudly, smacking her lips quite unattractively. "If you're still here when I wake up, we can go for round two."